CALONICE
Here now, share fair, haven't we made a pact?
Let's all quaff down that friendship in our turn.

LAMPITO
Hark, what caterwauling hubbub's that?

LYSISTRATA
As I told you,
The women have appropriated the citadel.
So, Lampito, dash off to your own land
And raise the rebels there. These will serve as hostages,
While we ourselves take our places in the ranks
And drive the bolts right home.

CALONICE
But won't the men
March straight against us?

LYSISTRATA
And what if they do?
No threat shall creak our hinges wide, no torch
Shall light a fear in us; we will come out
To Peace alone.

CALONICE
That's it, by Aphrodite!
As of old let us seem hard and obdurate.